Him.

Almost four years ago, I became a mother. With the twinkle in his eye and a day full of labor, I could hardly believe that my life could change so drastically in one moment.

In four years, he has become quite the little Mister. He’s in preschool, Tae Kwon Do and he speaks like a grown man. He loves to run, jump, play with cars, scarves and build to his heart’s content. He knows technology more than I do and his favorite lunch lately is a veggie sandwich from Subway.

What have I learned in the past four years? Sleep is a luxury, but not a necessity. Hugs are free-flowing and kisses are just as nice. Snuggles feel better after baths with footed pajamas on.

Breakfast is better eaten on the run – on the way to an adventure. A simple snack like popcorn can delight the depths of his being. He is curious, full of questions, and wants to learn more about the world than most people I know.

I want nothing more than to protect him, hold him, and keep him from all that is unsafe in this world. He is rambunctious, lovable, huggable, squeezable, and just plain amazing.

For all the things he is and for all that he does, he is so special to me because he did the one thing that no other could ever do – made me a mother.